Thursday, November 20, 2014

Mommy Training

Henry sleeps in his crib now. It is beautiful, to say the least. After ten months of bed sharing I am finally free to once again roll over whenever I feel like it, and stretch out to my heart's content. He still is not sleeping through the night (a battle for another day), but the improvement to my quality of rest is enormous! 

When we approached the task of teaching Henry to sleep in his crib and self soothe (we're still working on that one), we did a lot of online reading. The articles and blogs themselves were pretty opinionated, and tried to sound as credible as possible. Really though, Zac and I were totally aware that baby raising opinions are (for the most part) anecdotal at best. The author of each had developed a system for caring for their own child that seemed to totally meet that child's needs and work for the parent. Wonderful! I respect and admire that! However, it was clear that some of their suggestions and techniques would not work for my family. By reading several different takes on the issue we were able to take a bit of each one and create our own parenting cocktail we nicknamed "crib training." Because, hey, we are Henry's parents and we know him 100% better than any author or doctor or specialist, so we did what we knew would work best, and that's great!

I really appreciate those parents who shared their experiences. They were quite helpful, even if I didn't agree with everything they said. However, when I scrolled down to the bottom of the page and read the comments I was horrified! Mothers were slinging comments at each other like punches and tying the use of parenting techniques to self worth--seriously! Besides being puzzled by these women's apparent lack of "better things to do," I just couldn't (and cant) understand how sleep training or not sleep training reveals everything about a mother. This is probably because it doesn't.

I think the problem stems from good intentions. We as parents are passionate about our children. We want what is best for them. Consequently, we feel passionate about the way we raise them in our effort to give them the best. With the hope of giving all children the kind of childhood we are offering to our own children (the best we know of), we adamantly share our opinions and experiences. And if we feel to our very core that we are right on a topic, and that another parenting practice is hopelessly wrong we want to correct them. Unfortunately, sometimes in our passionate manifestation of these good intentions we forget that we are communicating with another human being, a mother or father, who is just doing the best they can.


I call this "Mommy Training." It is kind of like sleep training, but instead of following a routine and letting a child "cry it out" to learn independence, we attack and judge each other to try and get a result. Yikes, right? Here are a five reminders to help you if you are ever tempted to "Mommy Train:"

Every child is different, and so is every parent. Our individuality is what makes us unique. We have different love languages, health requirements, opinions, talents, deficiencies, etc. How egocentric it is to assume that every parenting experience can and should be like our own in spite of the obvious diversity inherent in individuality! If a parent chooses to teach or discipline their child differently (except for in cases of abuse), and it is working for them there is no reason to interfere and share our own opinions.

Your definition of child abuse may be too broad. Child abuse and neglect are behaviors that actually threaten the safety and health of a child. Signs are malnourishment, unexplained injuries, excessive fearfulness, etc. Click on this link to see more warning signs of child abuse. Letting a child "cry it out"  and forgetting to braid your daughter's hair are not manifestations of abuse. I mean, I let my son climb in a kitchen cupboard at my church. That doesn't mean I was going to cook him and eat him!

Parents already have plenty to feel guilty about. We parents have enough trouble shooing away the "guilties" as it is. So if you are about to join guilt's team over some personal experience or opinion you can just stay quiet. Seriously, freeze those finger. Nobody wants to read your manipulative sass.

YOU CAN SHARE YOUR OPINION NICELY! See what I did there? There is no reason for all caps--that was not an appropriate time to yell. In fact, there is never an appropriate time to yell online. Like, ever. The internet should not be a place where civility goes to die, and if you are a thoughtful, educated parent with worthy opinions to share you should already know that! Besides, a friend is always better than an enemy. Persistently friendly words will take you a lot further than a harsh scolding will.

That other mother you're harassing--you're not her parent! Seriously though, we are not each others parents. It is not our place to discipline and correct each other. It just isn't our business. Period. So, stop judging, and if you slip up and judge then at least have the decency to keep it to yourself.

That's it. This is my wisdom. It is also anecdotal and opinionated, but hey, I'm not telling you how to raise your kid--just how to follow the Golden Rule online. So please keep my opinions in mind as you traverse the mommy wars of the internet. Take it easy on those other parents, and don't be too tough on yourself either!

Love,
Miriam

Thursday, November 6, 2014

That Blog I Used To Have...

Today, I couldn't stop thinking about that "blog I used to have" (this blog). After a four week hiatus, (that I wish I could explain with awesome vacation photos, but can't), I was really tempted to just never log in again. It's not that I don't love writing and connecting with others, because I really do.  It's just that the pressure was getting to me. Not just of the blog, but of everything, and the blog seemed the easiest task on my to-do list to ignore.

But then, I realized that burying this blog would be a terrible mistake because what I really want to do is talk about all of this stupid, ridiculous stress, and then bury it instead.

The truth is that I'm busy. I am very, very busy (I think just about all of you can relate). I'm always fairly busy, but we are entering that epically busy time of year when our lists of tasks grow and spread like nasty, holiday colored viruses--it's a sickness. I mean, this week is my ward's Super Saturday activity. I'm on the
committee, and I have a lot of words to describe it--none of them are super.

As I was running around like a maniac yesterday trying to connect all of the last minute Super Saturday dots with the ever energetic Henry in tow, I whined and complained to myself about how I was over worked and tired. Then something unexpected happened. I let a car turn in front of me. I just paused my inner rant for a moment, and noticed the driver--a young woman who was patiently waiting to turn right onto the busy road. There was a seemingly never-ending cars behind me, and the traffic ahead of me was moving slowly. Almost without thinking about it, I motioned her forward. With the most enthusiastic gratitude I have witnessed in a long time the driver moved into traffic. In that moment I realized something: I wasn't too busy to be nice to that driver.

As I pulled onto the freeway I realized that I wasn't too busy to drive safely. As I wrestled with Henry in the craft store I realized that I wasn't too busy to be patient with him. By the time I had returned home I didn't feel as busy. The amount on my plate hadn't changed, but I had taken control of individual moments--they didn't all have to be colored by the busy. By doing so I isolated the business, instead of isolating myself in a bubble of stress.

So, I invite you all to join me in deciding what you are not too busy to do today, and burying some of that unwelcome stress!

P. S. I hope to post a week from today (if I'm not too busy), so that the blog I used to have, becomes my blog again!